If Ruth,a king like guest in we well move,
In fact do guide we,this green wide globe,
This comrade godly he,and tell him prove
A stranger he,who captures bleak and doom
His arms do comfort depress and regrets
If truth is true,and mercy heart each bloom
Dear soul,you golden leaf from heaven’s art,
And pour you bliss to whom who seek full sense
Yet gloom is man,how heavy his mind cart.
How Fair your Shelter, which exclude sorrow,
You sore in pain,and supplies endless spring,
Inspirit’s my world with joyous,tender shadow
Compassion you for life,you melt in each dream-
Of trouble and save us my father do.
Nithin Purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Василий Жуковский – На первое отречение от престола Бонапарте
- Ballade Of The Tweed poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Robert Burns: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Наум Коржавин – Он собирался многое свершить
- V by Tony Harrison
- Taking yourself too seriously by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Набоков – Стансы (Ничем не смоешь подписи косой)
- Now Hollow Fires Burn Out to Black poem – Alfred Edward Housman
- Николай Гумилев – Зараза
- Morale by Sunil Sharma
- The Child Is Father To The Man by Ted Hughes
- Statistics by William Butler Yeats
- The Storm by Sara Teasdale
- Николай Гумилев – Какою музыкой мой слух взволнован
- last_word_to_childhood.html
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
